an odd collection of tales about learning to do the impossible

y1 is largely about finding joy in one’s life, and over the years I’ve learned that little harmless rituals can go a long way towards adding an extra pinch of happiness. One of my favorites stems from the only class I ever took in writing poetry. The class gave me two things. 1. It firmly established that I am not a poet. 2. It gave me Oct. 10.